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I'm dressed  to the nines, do I look fine, Defiantly not demure.
I see you on the dance floor a picture glamour, in fact  to die for,
I'm mesmerised as you dance by, a portrait of lissome grace, 
just one of your smiles could cure all the worlds wiles, a panacea for the human race. 
The mellifluous sound in the background makes me want to get on that dance floor  
As I join the dance floor and for sure Im the cynosure of the rooms attention.
I ask to dance, and you say yes ,that's me ineffable for the rest of the night.
You're not an ingénue girl, as you send me wild with the moves of a temptress
That dance will last in sempiternal, your the prettiest I have ever seen
The disco lights reflect of that dress and the sequins shine with a chatoyant lustre 
Then you turn round, and without a sound you disappear into the night .


 the story of my life lol

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